Chapter Twelve

Willow

So, be warned.

This part of the story is totally embarrassing.

The Bigs are taking care of any Littles who want assistance. Not everyone here is comfortable with it. Some Littles choose to go at it on their own. For example, if they wear diapers and need a change, they just take care of it themselves.

Some, though…well, they want a Big to change them.

Up until now, I've always taken care of things by myself. Just seems super awkward and so intimate to let someone else do it. But now…well, I'm desperate for Shawn's attention.

And his touch.

Shawn has made it clear he's here to help. The other Bigs are taking care of Littles. He's offered to do the same.

Meaning, now is my chance.

I draw a deep breath, hold it for a moment, and then exhale, trying to relax my body. I need to pee. Really bad. I've had a few sippy cups of juice and I'm really feeling it now. Like, I'm to squirming levels here. Yet my body won't comply. Letting loose in front of other people isn't easy! We're trained not to do these sorts of things. But I can't wait too long. Marsha will be finished assisting the other Littles soon. If I time this wrong, I might draw her instead of Shawn.

So, I force my body to let go. It sounds so loud! At least to me. Does everyone else here the torrent rushing into my diaper?

I'll be honest: it feels really good. I feel so Little right now!

I look up to find Shawn. He isn't too far away, only a few feet. He must've sensed my eyes on him, because he's looking at me, too. Our eyes meet and he gives me a warm smile. I raise my hand, indicating I need him.

He starts walking toward me. My heart flutters. My stomach turns an excited somersault. He's largely avoided me all night. He can't escape me forever, though.

But I notice Marsha coming this way, too. Oh no! I don't want her. It's got to be Shawn!

"Crap," I whisper.

Sitting next to me on the couch, Riley studies me for a second and then looks at the approaching Bigs. She smiles, figuring out what's going on. She jumps up and intercepts Marsha, pulling on her arm.

"Auntie Marsha, can I talk to you, please?"

"Is everything okay?" Marsha says.

"Yeah. Just…you know…girl stuff."

I stifle a laugh. I'd love to know what Riley will come up with. However she handles this, I'm thankful for the assist. See, she's my absolute bestie!

"Of course, honey. I was just going to take care of Little Willow. I saw her raise her hand and I think that cutie might need a diapee change."

"Can't Mr. Shawn do it?" Riley says. "I really need to talk to you. It's urgent."

It's hard not to bust out laughing. Riley is laying it on thick. I manage to keep my amusement contained. But just barely.

Marsha looks at Shawn. "Do you mind?"

He's been put on the spot. Thankfully, he goes along with it. "No worries at all."

Now I've got him right where I want him!

"Thank you," I say meekly, trying my hardest to act like this whole thing isn't staged.

"Come on," he says. "Let's go to the changing room."

It's not really a room. More like a big closet. But there's an adult-sized changing table in there with the two shelves beneath it full of diapers, wipes, and powder. We stop and Shawn lowers my denim shorts.

Oh gosh!

My legs are quivering. I want him to keep going—to undress me completely. But instead, he holds my hand as I walk up the three steps and lay atop the changing table.

Mmm. Just that brief touch of his hand—and the way he lowered my shorts—has me already reeling.

I moan softly when his hand lands atop my diaper, pushing in slightly.

"You soaked it," he says, smiling down at me.

I blush as I nod.

Shawn is so gentle and tender. But I want more. So much more.

He slowly unfastens the four tapes and pulls them loose. The diaper comes free. I try not to reveal my nervousness, but the feeling of cool air rushing over my exposed privates makes me so embarrassed. I can only imagine how red my face must be.

He wraps his arm around my waist, lifts my bottom a little, and replaces the soggy nappy with a dry one.

He then cleans me gently with a wet wipe. I pinch my eyes closed tightly and savor his deft touch. He doesn't linger, even though I wish he would. I want him to explore. To plumb my depths. But he keeps it all business.

Still, it feels really good.

Finally, he pulls the clean diaper up and fastens the tapes, making sure they aren't too tight.

I feel so small and so cared for. So loved.

This man is my Daddy, and he doesn't even realize it yet.

Or maybe he does.

I smile up at him.

He reaches down and strokes my cheek.

"Feel better, baby girl?" he asks.

Oh. My. Gosh. I'm melting here. My diaper is growing wetter by the second, but it has nothing to do with me using it...if you know what I mean. I want him to take it off, carry me back into the other room, throw me on the couch, and...well, you get the picture.

But that would be weird with everyone around. This might be a kink club, but it's not that type of gathering tonight.

I smile and nod, unable to find the right words.

"Good," he says, lifting me to a sitting position. "Let's get you dressed and back out there, so you can finish the movie."

"Wait," I say. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"Avoiding you?"

"You haven't called or texted since we got home."

He looks deeply into my eyes. I can tell there's so much he wants to say, but he's holding back. A long few moments pass. He sighs and says, "Honey…Willow…we can't—"

I put my hand on his chest, feeling his beating heart beneath the fabric of his black t-shirt and taut, bulging skin.

He grabs my hand and for a moment, I think he's going to yank it away. But he doesn't. He just holds it, keeping it there over his heart, while he stares into my eyes.

"Willow," he says, my name so soft it's almost a whisper.

His lips inch forward, toward mine. My breath catches in my throat. The room begins to spin.

It's going to happen. He can't hold back and he's got to taste my—

His phone rings.

"No!" I say with a laugh. "Don't answer it."

"It might be the hospital," he says with a good-natured grin.

But when he checks his phone, we both see Braydon's name and picture.

Oh crap! Talk about awful timing.

As if now remembering that his son is married to my sister, Shawn's back stiffens. He clears his throat and pulls away. "I, uh, need to take this."

"Sure," I say with a nod.

I try to remain stoic as I quietly climb down from the table and hastily step back into my jean shorts. I'm thankful when they're covering me. For some reason, I suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable in just that diaper.

Oh gosh. This is so embarrassing.

I stop when I'm at the door and cast a look over my shoulder. Shawn's back is to me, and he's facing the wall as he talks to his son.

His son that's indeed very married to my sister.